love, g

Sunday, July 9, 2017

Stagnancy

It creeps me deep insideSomething that haunts me even at nightHave you ever felt afraid of staying just right where you are?Any progress? Any improvement?Just there, the same. Old. You.They go there, they do thisAnd there you are, fiddling your thumbsNot fully decided of the path to take nextThey say it's all about timingBut it pains you to think that time is a huge bombAnd you got to do more, you need to do moreYou ache to make the most out of everythingYet there you are, a stale cigarette sitting at the cornerYou got light up and burn, and now you got all consumedYour own time shall comeAnd they shall seeStop being clever fixing the worldBe wise and mend yourself insteadAppreciate the little things for nowFor you are a work in progressAnd that is totally okay